This time I had booked myself into the Aqua Waikiki which was a bit cheaper than my otherwise standard hotel the Sheraton Waikiki. But it served its purpose perfectly.
On Kuhio Av. I went to the good old car rental place where I get myself usually a little jeep.
It’s one of those places which in Australia we call rent a wreck. The cars are not up to the usual standards you might expect from Budget or Avis but who gives a damn. Cheap and airy is the way to go. And it got me around very nicely to many of the places which I would call my standard excursion places, such as the Polynesian Cultural Centre,
Diamond Head
and of course my most loved place Waimea Falls.
Here it’s nature and her way of producing flowers and trees which always excites me and which I don’t tire to see and take photos of.
And I have a special ‘friend’ on the Island. Somewhere on the road along the rugged coast line on the eastern side there is a little cart on the road, where a woman sells fresh fruit to the tourists. This woman, as I found out many years ago, is Australian and comes originally from Bondi. And many years ago, she followed her heart and married a Hawaiian gentleman which brought her to this part of the world.
As things sometimes go, the marriage does not exist anymore, but her dream of once again managing to go to Bondi is a never ending one. And I am, somehow, her one and only ‘connection’ to her beloved Bondi. I must admit here, that I do occasionally invent some gossip for her, since my visits and familiarity with Bondi social life are highly limited. But it serves the purpose and, as I feel, a good one at that.
And so the days go by and the time comes to say Aloha and return home after, what was all in all, a very enjoyable trip over 39 days in May and June.
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